Whitney's Way

"So I can use the computer here?" she asked. "I don't want the kids stumbling on anything or Jeff."

"What do you need the computer for?" I asked.

"Whitney didn't tell you about the plan? I'm going to sign-up to escort sites and Craigslist. She said you would do all the chatting to figure out if the guy is like Delmar. You know a decent guy that just wants a little comfort."

As soon as she felt my continued resistance, Cindy began to tear up.

"It's fine. It's really ok," I said. "We'll be a team."

"You mean it?" she asked. When I nodded she said, "I need a makeover to put up some pictures."

It wasn't like Cindy was horrible looking or that a few weeks without cigarettes, tanning, and eating junk food wouldn't fix things as long as she worked out and did her makeup, but she needed pictures that afternoon. Cindy was smaller like me. I couldn't use Whitney's pictures.

For the next two hours I shaved Cindy's armpits and leg hair and needed a chainsaw to clean up her pubes. It took a while to figure out how to cover freckles but Cindy ended up giving me a boner. She had super nice tits with opaque nipples. It was mainly her hips and stomach that needed attention.

We were having a great time. Obviously, Cindy was making me do stuff that she could easily have done but she was nice about it. Whitney wanted to hold my nose under water in a dog dish and have me ask for more humiliation. It really hurt me to see Cindy's expression when she saw the pictures showing her butt.

"You can't post these," she said looking in the mirror at my backside. I stopped smiling. Her look boiled a suspicion coming up in me all morning.

"Did you really sleep with Delmar?" I asked. "Did Whitney put you up to this?"

"Alex, the bank's taking my house in twenty days unless I come up with enough money to show them I can pay them off," she said as she stepped out of the pink panties covered in hearts. "I'll paint your toenails red and take the picture. I'll beg you if that's what you want. I'll do anything for my babies."